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February was ‘All Dental Care 15% off’ month at our vet. Sounded silly to me. Everyone knows that February is African-American Black History month, but I couldn’t come up with any veterinary tie-in, so I’m not judging.

Jerry (our 8-year-old cat with the exploding ass) has had some wicked fabooty breath lately, so I scheduled him an appointment and happily dropped his ass off last Friday morning to get his teeths scrubbed. And flossed. And maybe some Listerine. Honestly, I didn’t really have a clue what they were going to do, but I knew they had to knock him out, and they promised his breath would smell like roses, so I whatever it was, I knew it’d be good.

When I picked him up Friday evening, the vet tech sheepisly asked if I wouldn’t mind putting Jerry in his carrier myself as he apparently wasn’t about to let any of their staff touch him (without sedation). Eh?! Normally Jerry gets boocoo compliments for being the ‘cool cat’. The tech continued with “Well, we had to remove three of his teeth. He didn’t like that. And by the way, he’s really high right now from the pain medicine. Don’t let him climb on things.” Righhhhhhtttttttttttt

And so much for the 15% discount. The total bill was $248, which was about $100 more than they had guesstimated. Apparently their office manager sells used cars on the weekend.